Jessica the hat

By Gabriel Ricard

Bleeding in the rusted tub

At a furious pace

Disintegrating romance

At the pussycats place

She isn't very beautiful

Nor loves me very much

Pale slender arms

On a ragged fucking crutch

She closes her eyes

And spins like a clown

She seems most at ease

With a stranger on the ground

Fallen from the stars

So weary and forlorn

Carrying her baby

Delirious with scorn